People,

I'm back after a few days on the road. Have you missed me?

On Friday night, Brendo Frendo, Lady Friend Sabir, Flash Gordon, Karen the Baron and Myself all headed down to my hometown to help my parents celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary. It was weird, people.

To start with, my parents rented a 30 ft (appropriate) stretch SUV to travel to the banquest hall in. If you've never ridden in one of these, well, imagine traveling with twelve other people in the belly of a large chihuahua who's been drinking. It was pretty fun, although it very well may have been made fun by the three bottles of champagne that the assembled downed during the course of the 10 minute ride.

Anywho, the party. I have to say that you really don't know your parents until you've seen them piss-drunk and dancing. And boy did I see that on Friday. I was very proud of my mom and dad, not because they've reached this milestone in their relationship, but because they cut the rug so hard it can never be repaired. My dad was up on chairs, singing at the top of his lungs. My mom was shaking her groove thing and asking me to get her jello shots. Who the fuck are these people?

It was great. Rock.